A simple poem for afterward
Sluggish crickets chirping in the meadow,
slowing cadence in the dark.
Crunching footsteps in the woodland,
doe or buck in crunchy leaves.
Soft rustling through front-yard asters,
stealthy foraging while others sleep.
Great horned owls' courtship concert
drifting across the frosted field.
Breezes sighing in bare branches,
whispers of the coming chill.
The season's evensong.
November lullaby.
It is time for this piece again...now, more than ever.
Amid the gales
that loosen their grip,
even amidst the tumult
that rages in your mind,
if you stop,
if you will yourself to listen,
you will hear their
floating gently-to-earth whispers
as they rustle
through their companions
on the once in a lifetime
descent.
Background noise
fills my mind,
outer noise of destruction,
of greed,
of power wielded wrongly,
inner voices of fear,
of sorrow,
of powerlessness,
noise that will drown me
if I let it
and render me deaf,
even to the Good.
Yet in stillness
I may notice
that which lies beyond
myself
and all my thoughts.
Gazing at the trees of autumn,
swaying
in the winds
that strip their leaves,
Grace breaks through.
If you are quiet,
you can hear the leaves fall.
Listen...
Hearts Hungry
for beauty, we
savor autumn's palette
before
it slips away.
Souls longing
for stillness, we
huddle in silence
gazing
at the stars.
Minds dreaming
of what could be, we
raise our arms
aiming
to touch the sky.
Souls yearning
for communion, we
lift our faces
to welcome
the breath of God.
* Title is inspired by words in Glenn Mitchell's Substack, PrayerNotes from the Homestead.
The kinglets have come,
ruby-throats are leaving,
and today I heard the sapsucker's
whine.
Gold plated pawpaws,
crimson painted sassafras,
and frost asters blanket the fields
in lace.
Red-tails circle above,
drab yellow-throats forage in the garden,
and days, like black walnut leaves, float gently
away.
When the day dawns dreary
and your strength falters,
may you be opened to the life around you,
the bees' gentle buzzing
and the hummingbird's zest.
When the night has been too long,
filled with sorrow or fear,
may the morning dew greet you
and the rising mists
lift your spirit.
When your moments are lonely
and far too quiet,
may you be comforted by the insects' song
and the twittering of young birds, learning
their own voice.
When your eyes are weary from too much work
or too many tears,
may autumn's hues soothe you,
bronze mums on the doorstep,
September's first crimson leaves.
When all is not as you had dreamed
nor hoped,
may the companions outside your door
carry you tenderly as you find
your way.
Blessed be the cicadas,
their song the sound of summer.
Blessed be the bluebird fledglings,
making their way in the world.
Blessed be the groundhogs,
fattening on windfalls before winter's long sleep.
Blessed be the bumblebees
slipping through the lips of turtlehead blossoms.
Blessed be the goldfinches
gleaning seeds from coneflowers and Susans.
Blessed be the mistflower
offering nectar to swallowtails and skippers.
Blessed be the winterberry
providing for hungry birds.
Blessed be this late summer stillness,
slack tide between the seasons.
Blessed are we
who open to the bounty that surrounds us.
When you are lonely,
may the garden's community enfold you.
When you are hungry,
may you know the provision of the hedgerow.
When you are thirsty,
may the long-awaited rains fall upon you.
When you are weary,
may the cool breeze's kiss be upon your cheek.
When you are apathetic,
may you know the Carolina wren's unflagging curiosity.
When you are anxious,
may the placidity of the wood turtle sustain you.
When you doubt yourself,
may the ruby-throat's tenacity inspire you.
When you are in darkness,
may the night-song of the katydid keep you company.
When you are dry,
may the dews of early morning refresh you.
When you are restless,
may you know the sweet apple's slow ripening.
When you grieve,
may you be held in companionship with the wild ones.
When you cannot find your voice,
may the constancy of the cricket's cadence grow within you.
When you have forgotten who you are,
may the Presence within all of life
bring you home to your own true self.
